My old college roommate, Jo, chunneled in from England today; haven’t seen him for over five years . . . funnily enough that was in France, too . . . Provence 2003. Having a great time catching up with a dear old friend who’s done bloody well for himself . . .

Spent part of the afternoon at La Cloche des Halles and then at Willi’s Wine Bar before a very lovely meal at La Ferrandaise. Jo and I had the candied lamb shoulder which was meltingly tender and properly gamey; The Wife had langoustines with coco beans; but the veal for two (shared by the table next to us) looked like the real winner. A monumental cut of beautifully roasted veal.

Came back home and logged in to see that England could only manage two goals against lowly Andorra. Once again, I’m so proud to be English.